Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 68 Hera, you are so brave

After exchanging a few words with Mr. Granger, under Hermione's reluctant eyes, Mr. Granger led her away from King's Cross Station.

Hera watched their figures disappear into the wall, and let out a long sigh of relief, the time of suffering was finally over.

When they returned to school, they would never promise Professor McGonagall to escort the students again.

"You are really bold, Hera." Dumbledore hummed a little tune softly, with a look of enjoying himself, and the meaning of the joke in his words should not be too obvious.

The air on the platform was heavier than frozen milk custard. Hera didn't dare to look at Dumbledore, but said, "Professor Dumbledore."

"I will definitely write letters to my lovely students, and prepare Christmas gifts for you." Dumbledore imitated Hera's tone just now, and his voice was as gentle as ever, but it was particularly harsh in Hera's ears.

"Professor, don't make fun of me." Hera interrupted Dumbledore dumbfounded.

Dumbledore's eyes were firmly locked on Hera's face, and he gave him a deep look.

For just a moment, Hera felt as if her whole body was frozen.

"You have always been a very smart child, and you know some things." Dumbledore's voice was still so relaxed and calm, and there was no trace of anger on his face, but Hera could clearly feel a chill emanating from him, Hera's hand tightly grasped the wand,
"I know!" Hera swore with three fingers up, "I will never break the school rules."

"I know, you have always done things very safely." Dumbledore turned his head slightly, looking at the steam train billowing black smoke, it was ready to return to Hogsmeade.

"Yes, you can completely trust me, I'm definitely the safest!" Hera almost patted her chest and assured Dumbledore.

"Okay, since that's the case, Hera. Then we should go." Dumbledore ignored Hera's sophistry, he straightened his long purple cloak, and stretched his forearm deep in front of Hera.

Hera hesitated, but still held back his doubts, he grabbed Dumbledore's outstretched forearm.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "Okay, here we go."

Hera firmly grasped Dumbledore's arm, and the surroundings became pitch black, being squeezed strongly from all directions, and she couldn't breathe at all, her chest seemed to be tightly strangled by several iron hoops.

His eyeballs were pushed back into his head, his eardrums were pushed deep into his skull, and—

He sucked in the cold air with big mouthfuls, and opened his tearful eyes.

Active apparition and passive apparition are like car sickness patients driving by themselves and sitting in someone else's car.

How could you get motion sickness while driving by yourself!

When I apparated, I obviously didn't have such a violent reaction.

It took a few seconds for Hera to come to her senses. King's Cross Station had disappeared. The place where he and Dumbledore were standing now was a vast manor. At this moment, they were standing in front of a small oval-shaped lake shaded by green trees. There were no exaggerated Gothic-style buildings on the island.

A monument about two meters high, with a white square column base, and tulips that are always in bud are held up on the top, which is obviously also a symbol of this manor.

In other words, the manor is full of tulip elements.

"Professor, where is it?" Hera rubbed his ears and said, he still has strong tinnitus. Although the experience of active apparation disgusted Hera, he dared to assure that it would definitely be much better than it is now.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked, looking at him with concern, "I thought you'd gotten used to Apparating a long time ago."

"Oh, damn it" Hera cursed in a low voice, but quickly suppressed it, "I mean, I'm used to apparating myself, and I'm still not used to being led by others."

Dumbledore smiled, wrapped his cloak tightly around his neck, and said, "This way."

He walked briskly, in a good mood, and even hummed a little song again.

"Professor, you haven't told me where this is yet." Hera quickly followed behind Dumbledore. The English peninsula in December was covered in silver, and her words were breathless.

"Oh, here." Dumbledore stopped, with a look of nostalgia on his face, "It's one of my teachers, a dear friend."

"Uh" Hera rubbed her chin. The person who can be evaluated as a teacher by Dumbledore and who lives in a manor in Nuoda must be a respectable old man, right?

That is to say, Dumbledore brought himself here, could it be that he let himself inherit his inheritance?

Happiness came so suddenly that Hera couldn't accept it for a while.

Thinking quietly in my heart, I unpacked a box of mints from my pocket and put them in my mouth to relieve my tension.

"Are you eating?" Dumbledore's eyes were keenly aware of Hera's movements, and he looked at Hera with a smile, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Hera had no choice but to take out another mint candy and handed it to Dumbledore, "Professor, do you want to try it too? The imported mints taste really good."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, just took the mint in Hera's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Actually, what you said before is lack of ability. I really have to think seriously." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I have to ask my old friend for help. I believe his magic level can definitely give you a lot of guidance."

"Oh, is it the owner of the manor?" Hera asked suspiciously, looking at the illuminated villa in the manor, that
Am I right?
That's a Muggle lamp, right?
"Yes, it's my old friend, you know him too—" Dumbledore chuckled lightly, as if he was very proud, "Nicole Flamel, oh, don't be so surprised, his life is also very dull, in fact, when I asked him, he was far more excited than me."

Hera nodded, feeling even more excited.

Not because you can learn magic from Nicolas, but because
Nicole May's wealth can be said to be incomparable to a country, as long as I please him a little bit, leak a little wealth from my fingers, and I will have no worries for the rest of my life!

"Professor, is Mr. Nicholas still in good health?" Hera asked with concern.

Dumbledore pondered for a while, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't even see fluctuations. He just said indifferently, "For Nick and Perenal, death is actually like going to bed after a long day. Moreover, for people with a very clear mind, death is just another great adventure."

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(End of this chapter)